a bit of love
today is one of those days
when i look to the sky,
trying to figure out exactly what you might be
sometimes far, and sometimes near
at times climbing to the peak,
at times falling,
and when you come near me
i'm not responsible for my actions
i feel like-- here i go,
from hating you to loving you,
from the beginning to the end,
only searching for a little bit of love.
there are things in life
which don't give you a way to escape,
and when your eyes are before me--
the curtain closes.
and atop the mouth of the volcano
which has been making lava these thousand years--
that's here inside me,
interweaving tokens and signs
to see if i can catch and keep you,
straining and filtering all i see and hear
in the midst of this deadly tropic.
hoy es un día de aquellos
en que miro hacia el cielo
tratando de descrifar el que estés
de vez en cuando lejos
y de vez en cuando cerca
unas veces subir
y otras caer y yo
cuando tú te me acercas
no respondo de mis actos
siento que aqui voy
de odiarte a quererte
de principio a fin
buscando un poco de amor
hay cosas en la vida
en que no encuentras salida
y ante tus ojos se cierra el telón
y tapas la boquilla del volcán
que se hace lava que hace
mil años está aquí dentro y yo,
tejiendo redecillas para ver si
puedo atraparte y aqui voy
colando la macilla en medio de
este tropico mortal
today is one of those days
when i look to the sky,
trying to figure out exactly what you might be
sometimes far, and sometimes near
at times climbing to the peak,
at times falling,
and when you come near me
i'm not responsible for my actions
i feel like-- here i go,
from hating you to loving you,
from the beginning to the end,
only searching for a little bit of love.
there are things in life
which don't give you a way to escape,
and when your eyes are before me--
the curtain closes.
and atop the mouth of the volcano
which has been making lava these thousand years--
that's here inside me,
interweaving tokens and signs
to see if i can catch and keep you,
straining and filtering all i see and hear
in the midst of this deadly tropic.
hoy es un día de aquellos
en que miro hacia el cielo
tratando de descrifar el que estés
de vez en cuando lejos
y de vez en cuando cerca
unas veces subir
y otras caer y yo
cuando tú te me acercas
no respondo de mis actos
siento que aqui voy
de odiarte a quererte
de principio a fin
buscando un poco de amor
hay cosas en la vida
en que no encuentras salida
y ante tus ojos se cierra el telón
y tapas la boquilla del volcán
que se hace lava que hace
mil años está aquí dentro y yo,
tejiendo redecillas para ver si
puedo atraparte y aqui voy
colando la macilla en medio de
este tropico mortal